The warm sun shone on the trees
old Mr. Possum lying in the branches
as the woodpecker taps away
and squirrels dig up our crocus bulbs
to be replanted elsewhere.
In the bushes and branches birds chatter
carrying bits of grass and straw
building nests preparing their homes.
I watch this miracle unfold
sitting out on a warm day
just listening to the sounds all around,
what some would say is a waste of time.
The joyfulness of life as trees begin to bud
and daffodils peak through the ground
searching for the suns golden rays.
That old possum begins to stir
maybe it’s the noise of the day
after all he is nocturnal
and not much of a daytime animal.
So he stretches himself out
as he painstakingly begins to move
not rushing, like the birds or squirrels,
he takes his time,
savoring the moment
as if he knows that this will not last long
that this unusual warm, winter day
will vanish with the cold north wind.
But for now his lesson is clear
a reminder to me to take my ease
to enjoy those moments of peace
not rushing from place to place
but just to sit and be at peace
letting the warm sun shine on my face
to linger over a cup of coffee
while gazing up at the blue sky